What are dreams? Dreams are those innermost desires that are often locked away in our soul They express themselves in the form of a dream, because at the heartstrings, they do fiercely pull At the end of the night, we gently tuck them away The wish for them to come true, often leads to dismay
The constant struggle between reality and our dream Creates heartache so extreme We fight back the tears We implore God, “I've waited for so many years.”
My life I have lived Work work work, this I haven't shirked My body, I have torn in two Another day I cannot redo
Yet each night my dream doth renew It, my strength will always pursue The intensity of reaching, stretching, yet still outside my outstretched fingers Has got me nothing more than visual creases and unsightly long gray hairs
Why can't I ever obtain this, my one and only goal? These many years of work have taken their toll! Each day that quickly slips by I ask myself this simple question, “Why?”
My heart and soul fill with anguish This single desire, I do so solemnly cherish It seems I'll never make my dream come true This thought makes me feel terribly blue
I’ve dreamt about this so many times That even my soul now puts my desires into rhymes They cannot stay hidden for much longer Their pull now is so much stronger
And thus it but seems It was their only desire...to escape from the grasp of only being dreams To rip each fiber apart, at the very seams